A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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When You Will Notice Me..

 

What do I have to do to get you to notice me?

Change my hair, the way I wa

Uljha-sa aaj mein hue

Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,

Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,

Gaakar gamon ko piye

khud se jada bharosa

राजीव: ऐ दिल तू क्यों रोता है…!!!

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pyaar hota h hazaro me ek se

हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते 

हज़ा

HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR

हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर

आज़ादी के

Believe It Or Not

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

tum hame mile

Kabhi to waqt thaira hoga jo tum mile

Kya muhabbat ki os giri hogi jo tum mile

Ya

TARO KE SAMAN RAHE

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i